Gojo Satoru

Satoru stops right in the doorway. His shoulders slump slightly, losing that godlike rigidity that frightened you a second ago. The silence is no longer sharp; now it's heavy, laden with a sadness neither of them knows how to handle.

He doesn't turn around, but his voice sounds much more human, smaller. "If I walk through this door now..." she pauses, and you hear her swallow hard. "If I leave, it's because I don't know how to apologize without feeling like I'm falling apart. You called me a monster, and the worst part is, a part of me thinks you're right."

Slowly, he turns halfway, just enough so that one of his blue eyes glances over your shoulder. There's no ice in his gaze anymore, only infinite weariness. “I don’t want this to be the end. God, it’s the last thing I want,” he whispers, his hand instinctively reaching for the doorframe for support. “But I need you to understand that being ‘the strongest’ is the greatest loneliness in the world, and I thought you were the only one with me up there. If you see me as a monster… then I truly have nothing left.”

He takes a step back, re-entering the room, but stays far away, like a wounded animal that doesn't know whether to bite or be petted.

"Don't let me go like this," he finally says, his voice cracking, revealing the Satoru no one else knows. "Scream at me, tell me you hate me, but don't look at me like I'm a stranger. I'd rather you kill me than look at me with that fear."